So I did my occasional new-bra shopping today and oh. my. god. Why does it have to suck so much?

I've gained some weight and needed to go a bit bigger on the band size which is just enough to push me up into the sizes where they don't make anything cute unless I want to pay more than $60 for one bra which GIRLFRIEND CANNOT AFFORD.

So, I bought a bunch of boring-but-they-fit hooter holders. And boring-but-they-fit-my-fat-ass granny panties because comfort > style when it comes to knickers.

Fortunately Mr. Possum couldn't care less about my unders since he really just wants me to be naked anyway.